He exhaled the smoke and grinned. Slowly, he peered to the binoculars of his weapon. That's where he thought of his decisions. By his binoculars, a happy family sat together on a floral mat. They laughed and enjoyed their picnic. Troy grimaced. He thought of the sadness spreading on the family's face after he did his job. A little blonde boy hopped, circling his sister and his father. His smile once again made Troy hesitate. Once he chosen his way, hd pulled the trigger of his gun directing it to the father which his back faced him. With a final smile, he pushed the trigger allowing the bullet to land on his body. He was satisfied - until a scream of an unfamiliar name came out from the shocked sister. "Hanson, Dad!" Tears streamed down her face.
"Hanson?" He thought befoce facing back his victims. His target lied down helplessly on the mat holding onto the innocent little boy around his hand. Blood began to stream by the boy's head. Troy underestimates his weapon, he never thought of it's penetrating strength. His victim - the dad - crawled helplessly to his son, his dead son. His sister shook her little brother awake but it was hopeless.
Troy stood from his hiding area and escaped. The incident has attract attentions of the public. Sirens and mumbles from walkie-talkies filled the park. Before he left, he took a final glance at his victim. His victim partly survived but not his son. He remembered this day.
The day where he did his job well.
But his choices were wrong.
